Testo Crawl Kitchen Knife Conspiracy
it's sucking like a leech you don't know what my mental state is everyday everyone is a hollow shell meaningless pick you up take you in right by my side what is left nothing else no more pride want it want it back want it want it back falling crawling leeching bleaching circles spinning nothing's changing come in go in just crawl I'll build a wall to hide from the rest of you a wall to hide behind the fucking truth you might feel but you'll never have feelings think you know me but you never will
